Lisa Morrow wrote a great post on BlogHer about a “mirror moment” in her life. Reading it reminded me of the moment below, and my comment became this post.

My firstborn daughter was just an infant, not more than a few weeks old. I remember looking at her one day, and my heart swelled to bursting with love for this little creature. She was so BEAUTIFUL…and she looked just like me. Everyone said so.


So that means…I am beautiful?

Me? Lovable?

What about my thighs? My utter lack of perfection? My house is a mess. I haven’t showered today. I can’t get anything RIGHT! How could anyone possibly love ME?

“Like this,” God seemed to be saying to me. He was smiling.

For just the briefest moment, I had a glimpse of what it must feel like to truly love myself. It felt like my world exploded into color. Choirs of angels sang in my soul. I felt wrapped in a blanket of love.

I looked down at that baby, and she gazed up at me. She was me, and I was her, and now I knew the only reason we have been put on this earth is to love one another…just like that.

I’ve never quite looked at myself—or anyone else—the same way again.

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” -John 13:34 (New International Version)